Rong Zhen should be even more intolerant of Cai Yi's existence than she is.
It would be difficult for her to find Cai Yi on her own.
However, if we add this person who will become extremely ruthless in the future, things will become much simpler.
Thus, Su Jiaoniang waited to meet Rong Zhen.
The day's business has ended.
Su Jiaoniang looked at the account book, her eyes seemingly shining.
People in the provincial government are really rich!
She was doing the accounting.
The people in the opposite attic are looking this way.
If Su Jiaoniang were to turn around at this moment, she would see two people standing upstairs.
Cai Yi, and a man wearing a straw hat.
"Hot pot is indeed fascinating, can't you make it?" the man in the straw hat asked.
Cai Yi wore a wry smile. The best part of hot pot is the dipping sauce and the chili peppers. Su Jiaoniang grows the chili peppers, but he doesn't have any. He wants to get them and buy them at a high price.
Moreover, the hot pot they make may not taste delicious, let alone surpass Su Jiaoniang's.
That will take some effort.
It can't be done in a short time.
He tried buying some chili peppers from Sweetwater Village and made hot pot himself. The taste seemed a little different, but it was still edible.
The most important element of hot pot is the chili peppers, which are essential for its delicious flavor.
Su Jiaoniang suddenly looked up, pushed open the window and looked outside. Her neck felt cold. This feeling was very wrong, as if she was being watched.
She had the same feeling when she was chased by more than twenty assassins last time.
Putting down the account book, Su Jiaoniang walked outside.
I saw the teahouse across the road.
His eyes were fixed on the air.
In the darkness, the teahouse had already extinguished its candles, and she couldn't see what was across the street. She felt she had to go up and take a look.
Staring at the tightly closed teahouse doors.
Su Jiaoniang frowned.
Suddenly, a pair of hands appeared behind me.
"Want to go up?" Lu Wujiu's voice came, and Su Jiaoniang nodded.
Lu Wujiu smiled as he stopped Su Jiaoniang from floating upwards.
The top floor is now deserted.
Leave a cup of hot tea where you left it; the chair is still warm.
Reaching out to touch the railing beside me, I found a spot, about the size of one person's space, that was still slightly warm.
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